workingCYCLE
by Elizabeth Slaughter-Ek
There is good in every thing,
When the wind begins to sing,
The pumpkin grows
and your breath shows
The scent of cider in your nose.
There is good in every time.
The trees begin their orange-red rhyme.
The geese fly vvvvv's
before the freeze,
Mittens on hands around your knees.
Summer puts itself to bed,
Sweet dreams of sunshine in your head
to keep you warm
wait out the storm
As seasons spiral round in form.
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